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The one hundred and thirty-seventh chapter Anshan is not a person!

"Cough...what are you? Why are you in Yao's room, there is a jade in it, and you will never let Yao hurt Yao!" Ming Yu was released from the next second, and the time was blocked in Yao. In front of Mo Zhen, glaring at Yin Xue.

"Don't you hear her calling the owner of the palace?" Yao Mozhen sighed softly, then got up, swayed to the table, waved back Yin Xue, then poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Mingyu.

"Yao Yao..." Ming Yuxi feared to look at Yao Mozhen, for a moment I did not know how to react.

"Why must you be pretending to be amazed? You should see it clearly outside the hall of the Xuanfang Temple. Not only in the Xuanfang Hall, but also in the Bishui Lake at that time, you did not return to Huaqing Palace, Yao Yu jumped on his own, but You have never come out to say a word to your master from the beginning to the end, Ming Yu, since this palace will see you in this way, it is to openly talk to you, so ... sit down. Yao Mozhen reached out and gestured to show that Ming Yu was seated, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

Yao Mozhen’s words made Ming Yu’s heart stunned. After hesitating for a long time, he walked to the table and sat down slowly.

"Anything about Lily's maiden, as long as Mingyu knows, he will know everything and say nothing." Mingyu is just sitting in a chair, keeping his body in a humble posture, the whole harem, no one knows Yao Yao is stupid. Now, Yao Mozhen actually reveals a savvy side in front of her. Can she walk out of the Guanyin Palace and see her creation.

"In addition to Yao Suzhen, this palace wants to know about Anshan. Let's talk about it!" Yao Mozhen gestured elegantly to the cup, pinched the lid, and flicked a few pieces of buds floating on the cup, each movement All are accurate, obviously, this is not a fool can do.

"Slaves... The slaves don't understand what Yao said." Ming Yu was shocked. She didn't think that Yao Mozhen's opening was actually Anshan.

"It doesn't matter, this palace gives you time to think about it. If you want to understand it, you can re-answer the question of this palace." Yao Moyu opened his mouth and then took a cup and took a sip. The tea was rich and the lips were fragrant.

Ming Yu heard the sound of trepidation, she could not see Yao Mo's eyes, the eyes seemed to be as deep as the old well, more like two black holes, as long as they looked at it, it would feel like a deep abyss. Outside the hall, she can feel Yao Mo's savvy and determined, and the feeling at this time is a hundred times more than that.

In the end, Ming Yu chose and set out because she was not sure how much Yao Mozhen knew, but she did not know if Yao Mozhen was testing her, or really wanted to get something from her mouth. She only knows that living is the most important thing to revenge for Hongmei!

"Yao Yao wants to know what is the Anshan?" Ming Yu is finally loose, and his face is dignified.

"He has countless bullies, the emperor must know, why should he condone? And you can be said that it is one of the few confidants of Anshanshan. Why did you get his trust and why is it willing to serve him?" Mo Zhen abruptly spoke. If it wasn't for the investigation of the sneak attack in Anshanshan, he found out that Jun Junqing was still in the air. Yao Mozhen didn't want to move him so early. After all, she was not very sure. She didn't want to be a snake.

“Does Yao believe that immortality is not old?” Ming Yu placed the body’s center of gravity on the chair and asked bitterly. Yao Mozhen did not respond, she knew that what was heard next would be another scandal in the court.

"The reason why Anshanshan got the favor of the emperor was because he had a secret recipe for immortality. When the slave knew this, Anshanshan was already alchemy for the emperor. No one is not longing for immortality, especially high. The emperor who is respected by thousands of people! According to the Anshanshan, the recipe in the secret recipe is the tender meat of the woman. The Anshanshan relies on this statement, and I do not know how many palace ladies have been destroyed! I am convinced that this is why the emperor condone Anshanshan!" When Mingyu spoke, the eyes were suddenly cold, and the hands in the sleeves became fists.

Yao Mo is faintly secluded, and the night of the game actually wants to live forever? He is really naive! She did not interrupt Ming Yu’s words and listened carefully.

"The slaves knew that Anshanshan had such a hobby, and always prayed, but the bad luck was still covered in the head. The slaves were stunned by the eunuchs under the Anshanshan and sent to the dim room behind the cold palace... Wake up When he came over, Anshanshan was like a devil. When Anshanshan wanted to start, the good sister of the slave, Hongmei suddenly rushed in and stunned the Anshan, and saved the slave. If he could, The slaves are willing to be ruined by Anshanshan on that day, and they will lose their lives, which is better than what happened next..." Mingyu’s voice was filled with heavy crying, tears slammed, and those unbearable pasts were like yesterday. Every time I recall, Ming Yu will be heartbroken.

"Anshanshan found the red plum, and then killed her?" Yao Mo's eyes deep and deep, the heart of the angry flames, after reborn, she warned that she should be calm, but now, she can not be calm.

"It’s a slave who killed the red plum... Anshanshan is not a human being. It’s not enough for him to toss the red plum, but let the little eunuchs continue to toss her... slaves I can't bear to watch the red plum suffer, so... the slaves not only killed the red plum, but also killed the two little eunuchs who wanted to toss her. But the slaves knew that the culprit was Anshan, so the slaves gambled. ... handed the tender meat of the red plum to the hand of Anshanshan..... From that moment on, Anshanshan regarded the slave as a confidant, and it has been two years now. "Tears, quietly and silently fell, wet the clothes of Ming Yu. In the past two years, Mingyu dreamed that he would hold the scene of the red blood and blood of the red plum in front of the Anshan Mountain. The pain is not as good as death.

"Do you want Anshan to die?" Yao Mozhen suppressed the anger of his heart and looked at Mingyu.

"The slaves have endured for so long, there are many opportunities to kill the Anshan, but the slaves have not started, because the slaves don't want to be safe to die. He should live to suffer!" Ming Yu gritted his teeth, tears slammed down, and the body hated it. And the trembling is not stop.

"Have you participated in him as the emperor's alchemy?" Yao Mozhen agreed with Ming Yu's thoughts, and those who committed the great crimes could not die.

"Anshanshan only sent slaves to take the privacy of each of the palaces in order to collect money. As for the alchemy, he did not let the slaves intervene, but the slaves had secretly observed that he would enter the dragon every night. The palace, and the emperor no matter where he is sleeping, he will return to the Longgan Palace, so the slaves guessed that the Anshan should be alchemy in the Longgan Palace!" Ming Yu was set to open, and the shining scorpion was full of confidence.

"This palace trades with you, use the life of Anshanshan to die, change your loyalty for three months, how?" The cold voice sounded aloud, Yao Mozhen clears the ancient wells without waves, and the bottom of his heart sways Ice cold, or, she should consider changing the secret recipe of the immortality to the night game!

"There is a saying of the goddess, from this moment, the life of Mingyu is the goddess!" Ming Yu heard the sound of the squatting, fiercely slammed his head on the ground, inexplicable, Mingyu is to believe that if there is another person in the world I can deal with Anshanshan, it must be the one in front of me.

On the next day's breakfast, the night Junqing did not see Yao Mozhen, but saw the Fengwei Yaoxian on the table.

"Wang Ye, my master said, this is for the prince." Ting Yue, according to Yao Mozhen's instructions, respectfully open.

"What is your master?" The night Jun Qing reached out and picked up the Fengwei Yaoxian, and the bottom of the bottom revealed the loss he had never noticed. Since yesterday, he has been entangled in a question, whether he is too hard or not. Did Yao Mozhen fall to the ground?